We started and ended near the corner of West 11th and Shepherd, and along the way passed through Timbergrove, Garden Oaks, Oak Forest, Acres Homes, Northline, Fifth Ward, Second Ward, Third Ward, the Museum District, Fourth Ward, and the Heights.

There were some Indiana Jones-type shenanigans involving a charred railway trestle and our wrangling our bikes through a canebrake. There were discoveries of bizarre edifices. There was no beer, at least on my part. (I quit drinking over a year ago.)

Beebe picked up the slack. Over the years of this project he has always been braver about trying to make new friends along the way, and never more so than now that I am not drinking. Some would say this an admirable trait of his, some would call him crazy, and possibly even suicidal.

Yesterday I was edging a little toward some combination of the latter two options when without preamble he attempted to gain us entree into the establishment pictured below: